February 2012
20 posts
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do you favor palindromes
do you favor palindromes with an even number of letters, and thus an absent core, or with an odd number of letters, and a letter core
further, if you favor the absent core, do you prefer the absent core in the midst of a word, between two connected letters, or to be between words, in a space
further, if you favor the absent core in the midst of a word, between two connected letters, do you...
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“[F]ans were not really impressed by the change of the game style, lack of...”
– en wikipedia org wiki crash bandicoot (series)
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Watchrookie cop, rookie cop, he’s younger than you, he’s younger than me
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tut-tut and tsk-tsk
”Tut-tut” is not, as I had always imagined, the spelling of “t/schwa/t, t/schwa/t” but is instead the british way of rendering what I know as “tsk-tsk”, which is not, as I had always imagined, the spelling of “t/near-high near-front unrounded vowel/s/k, t/near-high near-front unrounded vowel/s/k”, instead, these are both the spellings for the dental...
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De la autopsia de Carlos II «el Hechizado»
『un corazón del tamaño de un grano de pimienta, los pulmones corroídos, los intestinos putrefactos y gangrenosos, en el riñon tres grandes cálculos, un solo testículo, negro como el carbón y la cabeza llena de agua. 』
January 2012
25 posts
Peasant
There are many bits of medical wisdom that I am loathe to follow, mostly because they sound like old wives tales or bizarre medieval superstitions – Do Not Eat an Uncooked Chicken, for it is Unclean, moans the abbot – and I set myself to abusing these doctrines, and in turn, abusing myself, so I can say, with the puff of the amateur empiricist, that I don’t eat uncooked chickens because I...
Brezhnev
A stout chinese man walks slowly, a russian hat keeps him warm, it is january in beijing, but the hat brings out his eyes, & cheekbones, he has the eyes & cheek- bones of Brezhnev, with the hat, the whole man finally resembles Brezhnev.
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Small Pops
The pops started last night, late, near midnight, suddenly became paranoid that I’d remembered all the dates wrong, the eves and eves of eves of the New Year getting turned over in my head. Bolted up and ran outside, but nothing, one or two dozen shots fired, but ground level, drips and drabs of enthusiasm, seeping backward, nothing skyward.
Spent too much money, the way of things for the...
On Glenn Greenwald's White Privilege and Idiotic...
Some Democratic loyalists have explicitly argued that contrasting Obama with Ron Paul on these issues is warped because issues of war and civil liberties are, at best, ancillary concerns, whileothers have gone so far as to claim that only racial and/or gender bias — white male “privilege” — would cause someone to use the Paul candidacy to highlight how odious Obama has been in these areas.
From...
Motor Officers
We ride, we Motor Officers, our engines strum Twitch twitch, gun on my hip shakes, hair trigger holding over potholes and slides on slick tar, but tell me hound-dog, when you test my motor and how fast I can whip my ass around these mountain bends, tell me hound-dog, will it hold on you?
The fat-hearted american auto operator will squeal when amigo sees my front tire at speed. I never yet...
The Wilcannia Lockup Keeper
The jailor spied in through a slot in the door of a cell in the Wilcannia Lockup, to where the boy rested.
quiet has got in, sung the jailer softly, quiet has got in the jail, who am I to kick her out
On the bench, the boy turned, strapped with blue and sour-yellow jail stripes, a pelt-lined manacle turning his ankle, fell upon by shales of white from the narrow lamps in the hall, the boy,...
Nerds Try to War
“Another reason for Harman’s mostly ad hominem review stems from his faith in only specific forms of rhetoric or ‘prose style’ – ones like his own for the most part – such that Laruelle’s writing is castigated as ‘generally abominable’. The fact that Harman prefers easy-to-read, quickly consumed forms of philosophical writing – i.e., ones that he can recognize effortlessly as ‘philosophy’ –...
If I Could Make the Perfect Cop
If I could make the perfect cop, it would have the arms of an ape, long and curved, with tender paws to grab hold of perpetrators and fling them into a patrol car like dirty tissue paper.
It would wear a French police cigarette tip hat and an American horse-police jackboot and have the fat jowls of the German policeman, and white mustache, hooked over the lips, browned in the middle by Tunisian...
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Draft of a Poem about Nightmares, Written...
I Don’t Understand What I Say When I Say I Want
Insidious, like a sneaking animal, it paints itself, and makes for the bodies. Free, it says, in an ugly tone, You’re free, and it ties to the bodies. Binds to them and sneaks off via a charge built up in the body’s rubbed fur, it arcs—
Free, again, is something bound, it is the tone in which a bound speaks. Only because it wants...
December 2011
14 posts
The Cat, Looked Over the Document, and Asked:
Was sleeping, had a dream, mostly it is gone now, fragments that seem incorrect when I consider them, when my cat climbed up onto my chest and started rubbing her face over me, her nose through my beard. I awoke, and looked into the cat’s eyes, and felt love for her, and then thought on an object from the dream, a sort of tablet, with writing on it.
Half-dozing, I began to read over the...
A Holiday Story
Barack Obama sits on the dais, next to his wife Michelle Obama. The final speaker is finishing a holiday speech.
“I hope you all have a wonderful Holiday, I hope your Hanukkah was joyous, I hope your Kwanzaa holidays were festive, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!”
The crowd laughs and claps their hands. A few men shout “Here here!” Music begins to play through the...
